Name: Antony Quer
Gender: Male
Rank: Sergeant; Pilot
Serves Under: Alliance High Command
Location: Unknown
Mission: Kill Everet GaJar
Time seemed to slow. The red bolt streaked across the space between the two men, but slower than normal.
Antony felt the Force built up inside him, the same power he felt back on Coruscant, like he was a dam, with water waiting to be released. He threw out his arm, fingers outstretched. The bolt slowed, then eventually came to a stop. It just sat there, like a dog on a bench. Antony almost giggled at how unusual it was.
Everet raised his gun a second time, but Antony could react faster. His time was slowed for the moment.
Antony's hand curved around an invisible object when he closed it to a fist. The bolt. He drew back his arm, fast in comparison to how slow the world was around him. Then, like a baseball, he flung it forward, releasing it from the grip of the Force.
Time rapidly came back to normal speed, until it was normal. The bolt hit Everet's blaster, turning the once deadly weapon to a paper weight. A burning paper weight, but a paper weight nonetheless.
Everet looked at his burning paper weight with sadness in his eyes before throwing it behind him.
"The engine's been damaged, the engine's been damaged! We're gonna' crash on Dantooine! I'm closin' the supply hatch!" Everet's com screamed. The pilot, most likely, Antony thought.
Everet payed no mind to the warning. Instead, he ran for a small box that was lying next to a sniper rifle. Out of it, he pulled out a bracelet, and a long metal bar.
He slipped the bracelet on, and instantly Antony could feel force power emanating from him. Wait a second… I can feel him! I must be Force-Sensitive.
Everet must have seen the look in Antony's eyes, because he called, "Force emulating bracelet."
That's a thing?! Antony screamed in his head. He was also surprised that, even though Everet was trying to kill him, he still had the decency to tell him that.
The long metal bar had a red button on the side, looking like a cherry. Everet's finger pressed it, and something amazing happened.
Two orange lightsaber blades shot out of the ends of the bar, but they also had cross bars for each blade. It was stunning, seeing the bright lightsaber in the dark of the cargo area. Also the fact that such lightsaber existed was cool, too.
"Now, before we duel, I would like to announce we're about to crash, and maybe die," Everet said it as though he was talking about a park.
The door that Antony had jumped through closed. The metal came down with a crash, like it was an old ship. It was just the Pre-Golden-Era-of-Architecture-Metal being the Pre-Golden-Era-of-Architecture-Metal it is, though.
The ship started to shake as they entered the atmosphere, and Antony was scared the ship wasn't prepared for the atmosphere, but it held.
Name: Jerl Clouse
Gender: Male
Rank: Posing as Private Second Class; Jedi Padawan/Knight
Location: Atmosphere of Dantooine
Mission: Help Sergeant Antony Quer
Before coming back into realspace…
"Follow them," Antony said with a sense of finality.
After a few seconds of hyperspace, Jerl noticed the CISH (Combatorial Imperial Skyhopper) started to slow.
"Sir, the ship is coming back into realspace, if we continue our current speed, we'll fly right through them, and we'd probably blow up. I recommend we slow, as well.
Without a word, the ship slowed. Jerl wondered what the CISH could be doing. Why would it sl-
Jerl's line of thought was broken by the cargo area of the opposing ship opened, revealing the Mercenary behind a light blue energy shield. It made his black hair look slightly lighter, a nice touch to compliment his already dark blue clothes.
The door to their cargo area, where the original 25 troops stayed, opened with a blue shield. It protected him from space's many fatalities.
Jerl admired the Mercenary's style, his clothes and black hair. While Jerl sat lost in thought, the Mercenary was setting up a sniper rifle on the edge of the floor. Jerl, after a second, realized what he was doing.
He whipped out his own lightsaber. The second Jerl stabbed his finger on the cherry red button, a lime-green plasma blade shot out of the top. It shone in the darkness of space, casting a green glow inside the ship.
The Mercenary shot at Jerl, after a few seconds of fumbling. Jerl, letting the Force guide him, deflected the shot. The Force guided his limbs, bringing them where they needed to go in order to keep Jerl alive. One slight muscle movement could screw up the guidance of the Force, killing Jerl, and the Jedi order. No other Jedi was known to live Order 66, except Obi-Wan Kenobi, and he was never seen after his battle with Darth Vader on Mustafar.
The ship seemed to stop, so did the CISH. Why were they stopped?
Jerl's concentration was interrupted by Antony running up beside him. "Antony?! Who's piloting the-" Jerl started. Antony didn't seem to hear him. A wave of the Force seemed to gather around Antony as he ran for the shield.
"Antony, no!" Jerl screamed, but it was too late. Antony jumped, leaving the protection of the the shield. The Mercenary stood, dumbfounded. The Force had bubbled up around Antony, but it wasn't the Force's doing; Antony was controlling the Force, fueling it with anger and energy.
Better teach him otherwise, else he'll turn to the Dark Side. I've seen how powerful he is, and if he used it for the Dark Side, we would be finished. He would confront the Rebels directly, and end us. Jerl thought, ignoring the lightsaber duel going on between Antony and the Mercenary. 15 years, all for nothing. Because I didn't say otherwise. I can change the universe forever. I tell him about the Light Side, Jerl stopped his thinking for a moment. He could change the universe! … the Rebellion succedes. Or continues fighting, at least. I don't tell him and let him turn to the Dark Side… I, and any other Jedi out there, die. I die, they die. They aren't part of the Rebellion, and after our destruction, they couldn't start another one. They would do nothing, which is ultimately dying. I must tell him.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jerl saw the Mercenary shoot a bolt that flew past Antony. At first, he payed no mind to it, but it ended up hitting the ship. The engine! It hit the engine! They're going to fall! Die! Jerl panicked. He predicted right, and the ship started to go down towards the atmostphere of… Jerl couldn't tell where.
But he looked down, and to his horror he saw his home planet.
Dantooine.
